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SENSE

by Anja Hilling (translated by Logan Kennedy and Leonhard Unglaub)

from Theatre Café: Plays Two

Sense was first performed in the UK on 27 April 2009 (as part of Theatre Café) at Southwark Playhouse, London.

Sense follows the lives of a group of teenagers and their search for friendship, love and identity. Their experiences are separated into I. Eyes, II. Nose, III. Skin, IV. Ears and V. Tongue. PHÖBE’s story is part of I. Eyes. She meets Fred, who is blind, at an eighteenth birthday party and is drawn into his world. He asks her to go swimming at the lake and, on the way, she becomes obsessed with his eyes and how he must ‘see’ the world.

PHÖBE

Lost myself in his eyes for more than forty minutes. And it wasn’t like looking into anyone else’s eyes. It was different. It was one-way. No back and forth. No exchange. Nothing came back at me. And I didn’t notice a single one of the stops the train made. I’m not lying that’s the way it was. I was inside his eye-sockets. Disappeared into them for forty minutes. I didn’t see anything there or else I forgot everything. I haven’t the faintest clue what goes on in there. But I was there. Happily. And then full of rage. I find you excessive in your blindness. Unreachable exaggerated an overdose. Awful. Helpless and unspeakably elegant. I see you beneath the stars zipping headlong through a universe. Then tripping over the curb. Your hand that always misses. Your hand in my bloodstream. Your foot in the gap between train and platform. I see you stumbling through the night. Falling over stones on the way to the lake. Gliding through the Milky Way. I want to be close to you. Closer.

I want to know how much more there is.

Behind your eyes.

I have a thousand questions.

Is it bright or dark your world.

Does music move inside you.

Like a snake maybe or like a spider or something.

Do noises have a smell and what about me.

Can you smell me.

Am I a colour a sound a movement.

Am I three-dimensional.

What do you think when you hear my voice.

Do you imagine me. Have an image.

Where would it come from.

Do you even know what that is. An image.

Or is there just a desert inside you.

Where nothing can grow.

I really want to know that want to see that.

The landscape behind your eyes.

I want to see what you see.

See myself with your eyes.

Whiz through your eyeballs.

Explode into your universe.

Be inside you shine and scream.

…

Then I blacked out.